Eight hours

By my very own blogestimation, this is like shooting fish in a barrel.

It’s the archetypal urban myth. You know, the over-worked white collar cubicle dweller unmercifully cast aside to the fates of clerical insignificance. Office purgatory.

Rebecca Wells showed up for her L.A. County civil service job at the Department of Internal Services (whatever the hell that is) bright and early on Friday morning. Undoubtedly there was a tinge of relief and elation in the air as all office prisoners experience that joyous fifth morning of each week (as I can attest). Just 8 more hours we regale ourselves. Rebecca showed up at her cubicle, and was last seen alive at 9 am.

Friday came and went.
The casual indifferent anonymity of our modern age is both a consolation and a curse.

We work. Housed in a physical matrix of square and functional fluorescent wombs. During the day, Rebecca slumped over at her desk and died. When, no one knows. But the last time she was seen alive was 9 am which means she probably told her co-workers “good morning” before she faded into the clerical cloud of non-existence.

Frankly, I don’t know which is worse. If she died immediately and her hunched body was simply ignored due to the physical isolation of her workspace and the possibility that some people can work entire days without interacting with one other person despite the fact they work in a swarm; or if she died minutes before the final bell and not one single witness can be summoned to recall that they saw or spoke with Rebecaa any time after 9 am.

DOWNEY (KTLA) — An L.A. County employee apparently died while working in her cubicle on Friday, but no one noticed for quite some time.
51-year-old Rebecca Wells was found by a security guard on Saturday afternoon.
She was slumped over on her desk in the L.A. County Department of Internal Services.
“I came in Saturday to do a little work, and I saw them when they were taking her out,” co-worker Hattie Robertson told KTLA.
The exact time of death is not clear, but detectives say that, at worst, she had been dead for a day before her body was discovered.
The last time a co-worker saw her alive was Friday morning around 9:00 a.m., according to Downy police detectives.
Wells, a USC graduate, was a longtime compliance auditor, and had recently become a grandmother, according to co-workers.
Investigators have not determined the official cause of death, but they say foul play is not suspected.

It’s the siege of the worker bee!
We are steered to our cells. We devote our life to crafting a resource, to the essence of pure production while we lose our Selves in the process.

And our Self, lost, will shed all importance to those around us. We drop dead while we work and the Hive will shovel us away and replace us immediately with another denizen who stands in the wings, ready to fill the empty space. A never-ending supply of labor.

Anonymity of the worker is the greatest gift they never taught Business school robots.

Anonymize them, seclude them, rob their souls, burrow them into a little efficiently lit cave and throw some cheap rewards at them so they won’t worry about their security or family. The Business schools are furiously working a way around that sticky family issue. People with families are so beholden to matters outside of work, yet, because of these very same families, are so utterly dependent on the pseudo-benevolence of the masters as well. It’s a two-edged sword.

How in the fuck.
How can someone die at their desk under the bright moon of office park fluorescents in complete anonymity for a day?

They say we all die alone.
But what of those who die in a crowd, a stampede rush?